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[Alexandr Korol]

That is, I am being hidden. And this hiding works very interestingly. That is,
I’m not hidden the way it’s natural for a person to think, that I’ve changed my
name, my face, my passport and am sitting somewhere in a forest, in a bunker.
No, that’s all cinema. So that I wouldn’t arouse great suspicion or interest, let’s
say, in some dark people and in the authorities, they need to have doubts about
me. That I’m ill, let’s say, or that, let’s say, maybe I have a tattoo, or that I drink
beer and watch football. And then they’ll never believe that I’m somehow special.
Do you see how people like me hide? That’s one of the options. Plus there’s a lot
of other stuff there as well: all these switchings, distortions of time, that I go off
into one world, then into another. That, of course, is also one of my main little
keys of safety. Yes, and also so that they can’t have an effect on me. If, let’s say, I
were always in one linear time, at some one frequency of vibrations, in one and
the same environment, in one and the same clothes, and of one and the same
code, then if I published this on social media, one could connect to me through
it, detect where I am, or read off my information, or influence me. But since I’m
all at once entirely different again, of a different code, in a different world, and
everything is different, then that’s it, there’s no trace anymore. It’s as if I’ve been
rewritten anew, recoded. That’s another thing that works. I don’t know how it’s
done there, but it is done. Then I say to Big Alexander:

— Listen, this morning, on the eighteenth, roughly in the morning, I’m listening
to music, my telephone is connected to the speakers via Wi-Fi, and suddenly the
Wi-Fi cuts out for a minute. And then it comes back, that is, I wait another minute,
the Wi-Fi comes back, and I connect to it again, and then it cuts out again. But
at that moment I feel as if some kind of wave, like some kind of plasma, passed
through my head, through my body, everything went — phew. At that moment,
when the Wi-Fi cut out the second time. And what next? I connect to the Wi-Fi
again, and again it cuts out with this same wave, that is, as if some kind of wave
passes through the house, through my head, and even knocks out the Wi-Fi signal.
And I caught roughly two or three such waves with my head, felt them.

And I’m telling him this, and he says without any surprise at all… And he’d
already been talking about this for a year, more precisely, he began talking
about it from the autumn of 2025. But I didn’t attach any importance to it, again,